Lyrics

Our lyrics are written by our singer, Ryan White— a cisgender male— and they are often from the point of view of a female as a means of turning points of view upside down. By no means are they a statement for or against feminism or gender studies, but rather a simple creative exercise in stepping outside of yourself as a lyricist to see how close you can write to a myriad of personalities that you could never fully understand. In this way, the lyrics are strictly observational, but nevertheless always flawed or warped in their execution.

As the band name itself is a nod to cheesy 60's b-movie titles, the idea that the woman in this hypothetical film is now the hero saving the man-sel in distress is the starting point for this type of lyrical experimentation. Although not all Chick Quest songs are this clearly thematic, those that are are often swapping pronouns around, or merely amplified when sang by a man's voice.

Model View Controller

Model View Controller

In the model view controllerLife’s divided, organizedIt’s easy to see your thoughtspulled from a database

Illusion of entrapment equals doom.

Misinformed and confusedI’m given options I think I chooseThe glow of what I can viewis worshiped as truthI’m doomedLet’s ride

The Afterlife

Meanwhile...

The lady on the TV's singing how much she loves him as if she means itDramatic slow-mo Turkish guy is clenching his fists to show he feels itEverything's emotional and seriousEverything's emotional and seriousYou buy what you eye and try to model your style off the afterlife.

I’m only gonna dance if I have heard of this song because I can’t feel itI’m only gonna dance if I have heard of this song because I can’t feel itGive them all an anthem to believe inGive them all an anthem to believe inThe repetitious Sisyphus is looping the hits in the afterlife.

Here’s another four dudes in a rawk bandHere’s another love song for your right handThe repetitious Sisyphus is looping the hits in the afterlife.

I’m only gonna dance if I’ve heard of this song before.I’m only gonna dance if I’ve heard of this song before.Singing messiahsPensive objectionFaces are gazingin random directionsI’m waiting for the day when we can make our escape out of the afterlife.

One Dead End Leads to Another

Don’t get angryDon’t get sadJust behave

Not an exitVanilla futureLost decadeChanged overnightA different bodyA deeper meaningThe sun is risingThe brain is haunted still

Because take the long way backwardsGoing up to go downStraight on the path goes around around around aroundtill there’s no path, only groundFeed on sense of escapeFeed on sense of escapeOne dead end leads to anotherOne dead end leads to anotherCall it confusionOr call it movement

So take the long way backwardsGoing up to go downStraight on the path goes around around around aroundtill there’s no path, only groundGet away from the newsGet away from the newsOne dead end leads to anotherOne dead end leads to anotherCall it confusionOr call it movement

So take the long way backwardsGoing up to go downTake the long way backwardsGoing up to go downFeed on sense of escapeFeed on sense of escapeOne dead end leads to anotherOne dead end leads to another

Identity Crisis in the Grocery Store

A myriad of thoughts go rummaging through my brainSaying “What are you doing? What are you doing?”I’m tired of being so nice when the norms don’t do the same.What am I doing? What am I doing?The feelings in my heart are trying to move my legsBut get tangled every time and just end up in my head.Hey Miss, you alright? Hey girl you alright?Then what are you doing? What are you doing?Dramatic pause. Spotlighting. Produce aisle. I asked you a question.

“I’m. Trying. To walk. Right out the door.”

I can be the man that holds your pretty little handThey’ll say, “What are you doing?? What do you think you’re doing??You’re just a stupid girl who’s confused, don’t understand.So then what are you doing?? What are you doing??”Hesitant pause. Empty stare. Cereal aisle. Is anyone in there?

Gone... right out the door.

Savant Garde

How many brain cells? Don’t need to think about it.The perfect galaxy? Don’t need to think about it.Most vivid color? Don’t need to think about it.I’ll write a think piece! Don’t need to think about it.

I’m gonna check you out.I’m gonna check you out.I’m gonna check you out.I’m wanna check you out out out out alright.

The king has spoken: everything that you're doing is wrongDon’t feel the notion of emotion that is there in the songYour UV needle zigzag noise marathonAin't at the forefront of cool junk that I’ve hit uponThe hypocritics come out, don’t need to think about itYour punk offends me somehow, don't need to think about itCircle jerk scene appends all the trends and thenPretends to know their value even though the value offends.

How many major chords? Don’t need to think about it.Rows in my database? Don’t need to think about it.What’s in a masterpiece? Don’t need to think about it.I’ll square the circle! Don’t need to think about it.

Exit Strategy

Help me
I’m stuck inside this airportMy friends are ghosts

SundaysBones grinding slowly to a haltJob’s a mess

TrafficThere's lightning caught inside this jarNo escape from the doom

The girl in the magazine has it all.Beaches and French cuisine, vomit sprawl.We wish you all the luck on your journey.

MeanwhileA feeling something’s gone awrySelf esteem dream

No timeThe city breathes another sighLetting go

CorneredI’ve been living like wallpaperThings have changed for the strange

The girl in the magazine has it all.I’m sorry if this is mean: won’t miss you all.We wish you all the luck on your journey.Have a nice day.

Brand New Crush

I got a brand new crushAn exciting new conquestI got a brand new crushA man who reads his Hermann HesseWhile sipping tea to X-Ray Spex.

I got a brand new crushHe’s completely eruditeI creep the colors on his lipsfor a fix when the thought of him inflictsI emulate his finger tipsand dream he’ll be my little bitch someday

I got a brand new crush!I know I’ve said it all beforeYou leggy girls are all the samePretty tame, your pretty makeup’s pretty lameI’m a rabid walking fantasyI came to kill before I leave.I shaved my legs for this.

Throw him around like a little dollin a clash of dress up gender rolesHe can be my beauty queenNever heard but always seenNever heard but just obscene

I got a brand new crushI’m gonna check him outRiding shotgun in a stareLike a deer, love sux if he’s not hereThere’s eye candy everywherebut honestly I just don’t care because

I got a brand new crush!The feeling keeps me up at nightYou bitchy girls are all the samePretty tame, your pretty makeup’s pretty lameI’m a rabid walking fantasyI came to kill before I leave.I shaved my legs for this.

Throw him around like a little dollin a clash of dress up gender rolesHe can be my beauty queenNever heard but always seenNever heard but just obscene

I got a brand new crushI got a brand new crushI got a brand new crushI got a brand new crushI’m dangerous, I’m assertive, I will cut you, let me tell you, let me tell you all about my my my my my brand new crush!

Chase Scene

Motorcycle helmetNumber 7 on each sideBullets hitting hand railsDrifting through red lightsThe villain’s got an eye patchA skull for the clutchOverused tropes give away the sceneas they smash through some glass carried across the street.But I am not your cliche.

Technicolor menaceRamming like a pornoDetour through the marketPunch the goon through the windowBreak through the gate to the flood canalMake the escape when the plot’s run outWhy do you hear these scenes and thenassume the roles are played by men?Because that is the real cliche.

The Mission is Failing

Vs. Galore

Somebody Call a Doctor

The words on your tongue make a heartbeat run amok and every single night I'm fighting from inside a shadow that’s moving like a ghost down in between your walls and alleys and tapering at the end the moment's gone gone gone.

You're angry because this isn't what you want. The boring city people are a haunt. How many more lives have you got? I can't say I know.

A bitter stream of thoughts are pouring out like leaky memories in undulating hemorrhages of friendship miscarriages or a giant big hand from the closet of the damned that pulls you back pulls you back into a bad dream.

Girl on Fire

Girl on fire make my heart skip beats just like a stone Girl on fire make my heart skip beats just like a stone Obedient to chaos scared to pieces at the thought of left alone Girl on fire like an old friend that's lost and gone for good Girl on fire like a fantasy that's lost and gone for good

Girl made of metal, made of makeup, made of norms Slip out the back door (somehow), girl confused and tangled like a storm You see it now, you see it now, and then it's gone for good You see her now, you see her now, and then she's gone for good But the look, the feel— the girl was never really there at all.

Vengeance is Fun

Our heroine on the brink of revenge The dust in her brow, landscape in her eyes I’m not your toy, don't throw me around Hand on her hips, still as the sun, menace stares at his gun

Bang bang bang not bad for a slut Bang bang bang it's that time of the month Bang bang bang girl keep your head up Dance fucker dance because enough is enough

The man is a cat wearing blacker than black Insidious words that are wearing a hat Under your thumb, stuck in a trap Bird's eye view, establishing shot, hand on her hips, the men are shocked

Sounds Like Bruce!

I'm Tired of Pretty Girls

I'm tired of pretty girls around my man. Pulling out her hair like I'm pulling up the weeds. Wedding ring or not, wedding ring or not. Let this be a warning to you all.

I'm tired of pretty girls around my man. Don't think I don't know what you all are doing. Another glass of wine, another glass of wine. Don't think I don't know what you all are doing. Your subtlety is rank, you pretentious little skanks Let this be a lesson to you all.

Fashion Fascist

I want wanton walking under a face like a bulldozer that won’t stop talking. I want to tell you something important but I really know nothing. I want to tell you something interesting but I think you’re boring.

That bitch she stole my look. I worked to bring it back. I followed what I saw But I don’t look like the ad. Beauty is a deity I never can seem to please.

Gimme your sex! Gimme your sex! No sign of sex despite the slutty dress, why not? I put the makeup on but my new identity is still shirking. I’m going through the motions but the magic is not working.

Diese Heels steckten mich in eine Box, aber ich glaube, dass ich es so mag. I'm having such a moment need to photograph myself on the sidewalk. I'm serious and I’m candid because it's life and I think my life’s a catwalk.

Monkey No Dance For No One

You Have a Future in Television

Television says to be quiet and to wait wait wait Television says I'll be lonely if I do it my way Trying new things Wear the new clothes Sending signs, fireworks, Everything but bomb threats Heart bleeds so wet might need a tourniquet How is it possible he never ever gets it??

Television says I'm not her and I'm probably to blame I don't wanna be alone so better play along with the game Dance with other girls Puts me in the grave Black eyes, true love I could be his number one Build myself up just to be let down Go to the mirror cry cry cry cry now Television says I'm not her and I'm probably to blame

I want for you to ask me to dance I want for you to ask me to dance It kills to watch and sit on my hands I want for you to ask me to dance I wore this dress for you and you haven't noticed me I wore this dress for you and you haven't noticed me Something must be wrong Something must be wrong Something must be wrong Wrong wrong wrong wrong